Naming the boat……Eddie? Eddie the double eagle? Eddie-Eddie? I dunno…..the boat colour is a burnt-orange over a white hull. The Mfg’er was/is Double Eagle a couple of decades ago. So, Old carrot-top’? Beagle? Boaty McFloaty?
Lately we have gone with ‘food’ names like Wasabi (green boat) and Aubergine (purple) but this colour orange is not even really orange. It’s burnt orange…..no, not mustard…more like baby poop…I dunno.
I may just call it Leo after our new grandson. Leo-the-boat.
The point? Our new Leo is good. Leo-the-new-grandson is great and Leo-the-new-boat is also pretty good. We came up the BIG island, launched it at the closest boat ramp, boosted the dead battery and ‘vroom’. Ran great. Then Sal went up-the-little-island in the truck and I left the boat ramp for the high (but calm) seas and met her at our usual disembarkation point. Then we loaded it up and pointed it home. Boat purred and we fairly flew across the water. We must have loaded up a half-ton of stuff (mostly food and luggage) and headed home on a fine day not knowing what was in store for us. Damned if it didn’t get up and plane again! Loaded heavy, we flew across the dead calm seas in the bright and beautiful sunshine to the welcoming sight of our gorgeous beach and much-missed home.
GAWD, I Love this place!
Nothing like spending a few months in a tropical country with millions-upon-millions of people to fully appreciate home, I’ll tell ya. Gawd!! I love this place!
But there is so much to do. And so much to write about. Where to start?
The house weathered the winter well. Thank God! Even my solar array was still standing. Basically, we are good. NOT entirely but almost. The water pump is on the fritz. I’ve trouble-shot and know what is wrong (pressure switch gone wonky) but I do not think I can fix it so I may have to buy another switch some time – next time – in town….. In the meantime, we turn it on, use the water and then turn it off. It won’t shut off on it’s own.
Not a big deal.
Ordered the barge back for this coming month. New fuel tank and a lot of gardening supplies on the way. Probably a ton of stuff this time. GAWD, I love the barge!
Locals welcomed us back. “Wanna go fishin?” “Wanna go see bears?” “Wanna go trail-riding”?
I wanna nap. And then eventually, maybe, get to the list of chores. And then, maybe later…some time in the distant future….. go have fun. Did I mention I am now 70? Is there fun-after-70?
Is there energy after 70?
But first, we have to see if there is an alive Dave-after-chores. Judging from my enthusiasm to ‘get on with it’ (the chores list). I may not be free for funnin’ anytime soon. ‘You guys want to pencil in a date for trail-riding sometime after my 75th?’
Oh, I have not forgotten Trump. Or dick-head Doug Ford. Marine le Pen, Putin, China, the economy, philosophy, Me, too or other hot topics that bubble up toil and trouble in my head all the time. I’ll just save all that for when I have some excess energy to burn.
Maybe some time after my 75th?